Please ask the dream.

Chapter 575: Feng Xue, who cannot distinguish between the strong and the weak
The lights are on, the neon lights are flickering, and it is the busiest time in the Star Ring again. However, unlike the prosperity in the past, the busiest streets in Cleveland now seem a bit deserted. The bars and nightclubs that are usually packed are now deserted.

"Business has been slow recently!" The bartender at the bar placed the glass that had been wiped thinly on the bar and stretched out lazily out of boredom. Although wiping the glass could give customers the feeling that the bartender was not idle, there was no need to do this kind of face-saving project if there were no customers.

"It can't be helped. Who caused a madman to come here? But to be honest, the public security has improved a lot since the debut of Saikos (Shinra language for 'power')."

The waiter, dressed coolly, leaned casually against the bar, supporting the table with one hand, with a relaxed tone in his voice.

"Yeah, if no customers come, how can public security be bad?" Compared to waiters who get a fixed salary whether there is business or not, bartenders are in the industry who get commissions from drinks. Seeing that his colleagues had no empathy, he felt a little depressed for a moment.

Such things are not uncommon in the city of Garvermi nowadays. As a famous chaotic city in the Star Ring Union, killers are a common industry in this area. To put it bluntly, adults who have lived in this city for more than ten years and are healthy have basically taken on some job of killing people for money.

But the problem is that other people become killers to make a living, but Sykes becomes a killer because he treats killing as a meal.

Even those who can't eat without killing people would be lucky to get one job a week, but this guy? One job a day, and even one more job on the weekend!
At the beginning, only some small leaders and drug addicts died, and naturally they had no reputation. Everyone just thought it was an ordinary conspiracy. But as he killed more and more people and his targets became higher and higher, the name "Sykes", which was not sure whether it was a code name or a real name, began to spread. Until last week, Mr. Heisenberg, a well-known drug dealer in Gaffney, was shot and killed after penetrating the defense line formed by more than a dozen security guards on his way to a high-end club at night. This completely detonated the Gaffney city.

Actually, there is nothing wrong with the assassination of a superior. There are one or two such cases every year in Cleveland. The real problem is that this drug dealer has no business competitors and no wealthy enemies. Like many big shots, he regularly sends people in disguise to check for assassination commissions against him. Even if someone offers a reward for him, they are all small orders of little value. This is why most of the wealthy people living in Cleveland dare to show up in public.

However, someone killed a tycoon worth tens of millions and who had a revenge fund just for a reward that would probably not exceed $1000. This immediately made everyone in the "upper class" of the city feel insecure.

After all, the chaos was allowed to continue because it did not affect them. As big shots with adequate security, they did not think that anyone would attack them for a mere few hundred or thousands of orders, because there were better targets to kill at the same price.

But this...

"Is there no better mission in those days? I still can't understand why someone would risk a bounty of millions just for a few thousand dollars..."

A few bored employees in the tavern started chatting when they came to this point. Suddenly, a voice interrupted:

"Updated, it's not thousands of dollars, just a $100 bounty that a drug-abusing idiot casually put up when bragging to his friends."

"Ah, this... Boss!" The bartender, who was about to say how it was possible, suddenly realized what was going on and immediately straightened his body, trying to pick up the wine glass that he had almost rubbed through. However, the boss sat down and waved his hand, saying:
"If there's no business, there's no need to pretend. It won't last long anyway."

"Eh? Boss, do you have any inside information?" Anyone who can run a tavern in Gaffermi City must have good intelligence capabilities. Hearing that the boss seemed to have some information, several employees immediately came up and cast their gazes at the boss with curiosity mixed with admiration. The boss was very satisfied with such a gaze and nodded:
"It's not an important secret. It's just that the revenge fund has been activated. In order to inherit Heisenberg's company, his son has offered a public bounty of one million dollars. In addition, many big shots have also added to the bounty. Now the total bounty pool has reached five million. Normally, this is a large bounty only offered for dreamers or large-scale battles! Just wait and see. There are no living legends in Garver City. If this guy is smart, he would have already run away!"

"Dreamer..." Several employees whose highest rank was no more than dream seekers immediately cooled down the deserted store. The target of their discussion was riding a motorcycle on the highway.

"Fuck, a one hundred dollar bill directly posted on the notice board, how could it be from such a big shot!"

In his heart, he cursed this shabby place for not even having a task review mechanism. He just happened to see a small bounty on the notice board when he had nothing to do, so he took it for the sake of convenience. Now that he thinks about it, those security guards are indeed quite strong...

Well, it should be said that it is ridiculously strong.

After all, there are only a few thousand Visionaries in the world (and Hongying, which has the most Visionaries, has deployed a large number of them into wars and homeland defense), and there are at least 10,000 or 20,000 in a city. In other words, most cities don't even have a single Visionary. Having more than a dozen high-level Shadow Chasers protecting them is indeed a very high standard.

But who is Feng Xue? He has only played in the peak matches since his debut. He fights Shadow Chasers alone against a group. Without a certain status, he is not even worthy of being named. If you ask him to distinguish the strengths and weaknesses of Shadow Chasers, it would be a bit difficult for him.

Especially now, as he received more and more assassination missions, his strength was "recovering" quickly. As he began to get used to this kind of battle without the use of structure, the feeling when he first left the hive returned to him again.

And that was the time when he fought Shadow Chaser the most.

"If it weren't for the inability to use the architecture to attack..."

Listening to the roar of the engine behind him, Feng Xue turned the accelerator again, feeling extremely aggrieved in his heart. However, the feeling of almost breaking out of the shell made him suppress the urge to crush all the pursuers with a wave of light.

"It's almost time, it will hatch soon!" Feeling the changes in his G·I particles, Feng Xue kept muttering to himself. He didn't know whether there would really be an incubation period, or whether it was simply Feng Xue's muttering that triggered the changes in the G·I particles. In short, some kind of power was brewing.

(End of this chapter)